-Tell me soldier, where are you from?
I'm from a country near to you...
but the frontier crosses the river,
the white shore, the black shore,
and over the bridge I see a flag,
but it's not the one is in my heart.

-So you soldier are not from mine...
I have got a different uniform...
-I can't tell you because I can see no more,
They have shot me and maybe it was you.

Mr. captain, what shall we do...
this is war, it can't change.
The grapeshot sings on the mountains...
and green grass gets straw...
and the battle goes on along the river,
but it is already done for the two of us.

Mr. captain, I have to go...
-I'll come with you, you can't leave me...
I won't leave you, I already know that,
I'll be next to you forever.

All is over, the frontier is silent,
the white shore, the black shore,
while a woman cries through the night
and calls a name which will never answer.

Mr. captain, please stop here...
-I'm very tired, I'll stop...yeah..

Because my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great ...
You have no power over me.